Er. Sorry. I interpreted them as an existential cry of anguish. Are you all right?
One situation where LOL is actually an appropriate response. That or an emoticon. I shouldn't think about other writers, particularly bad ones (like Eddings) or ones I personally despise (like Orson Scott Card - who makes me want to become a semi-famous fantasy author for the opportunity to pick a fight with him), when I'm revising - makes me paranoid. Honestly, though, dialogue is so painful for me that I find myself envying Eddings in his sort of low verbal cunning.
Worse yet, as someone who's just gotten the first draft of his first long piece finished, frankly, I don't know yet if I'm any better at writing long fiction. I won't know until I've finished with the revisions and gotten a real editor to look at it. It makes me nervous saying things about bad fantasy authors; the fear that I'll be sitting over in their corner of the shadow shrouded literary tavern.
. . . rather than the same book over and over and over again . . .
Quite the opposite...
It's more that the books were so blatantly formulaic and yet everybody read them (Tolkien + Early Shakespearean Comedy + 72 hour Whiskey and Paint Thinner Bender = David Eddings); it seems incoceivable that, once the formula was established, he couldn't just crank out two or three of them a year.
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One situation where LOL is actually an appropriate response. That or an emoticon. I shouldn't think about other writers, particularly bad ones (like Eddings) or ones I personally despise (like Orson Scott Card - who makes me want to become a semi-famous fantasy author for the opportunity to pick a fight with him), when I'm revising - makes me paranoid. Honestly, though, dialogue is so painful for me that I find myself envying Eddings in his sort of low verbal cunning.
Worse yet, as someone who's just gotten the first draft of his first long piece finished, frankly, I don't know yet if I'm any better at writing long fiction. I won't know until I've finished with the revisions and gotten a real editor to look at it. It makes me nervous saying things about bad fantasy authors; the fear that I'll be sitting over in their corner of the shadow shrouded literary tavern.
. . . rather than the same book over and over and over again . . .
Quite the opposite...
It's more that the books were so blatantly formulaic and yet everybody read them (Tolkien + Early Shakespearean Comedy + 72 hour Whiskey and Paint Thinner Bender = David Eddings); it seems incoceivable that, once the formula was established, he couldn't just crank out two or three of them a year.